In the temple of the Elf Goddess Shaye, the sealed altar has reopened after nearly two centuries—
When Brand saw the tall elves, with cold faces, their silver long hair tied behind their heads, wearing wing-shaped face guards and pointed silver helmets, wielding double-headed swords, dressed in pure white silver-plated lock armor robes, 'clang clang' descending from the whole obsidian-formed altar in big strides, his mind was overwhelmed with shock, leaving only one thought: Heavy Infantry! Silver Elves, known as the continent's strongest Heavy Infantry!
One after another, a total of twenty Silver Elf Guards appeared from the altar, without exception, nodding to Brand, then neatly standing along both sides of the altar. Lastly, a faint shadow appeared in the center of the temple, like a ghost slowly taking shape. 'Clang' the sound of swords clashing, mercenaries behind Brand drew their longswords one after another. But Brand was not nervous, he vaguely guessed what was happening, slightly lowered his head, nodding.
Under the tense gazes of everyone, the blurry figure gradually became clear, the facial features slowly emerging from the white shadow, finally revealing a fully grown elf with silver robes, silver hair, silver eyes, and even pale silver skin appearing before the crowd. He raised his chin, looking at everyone with indifferent eyes. He was taller than anyone in Brand's group; even among the Silver Elves, he was considered a burly figure. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fıre·net
This Silver Elf scanned everyone with a majestic gaze—everyone, including Hu Que, instinctively lowered their heads under the substantial-like gaze. Despite being just a shadow, everyone held their breath, sensing the immense power before them. The first and only possibility they thought of was—this must be an Ancient King of the Silver Elves.
The Silver Elf pondered a bit, then asked: "Are you humans?"
Everyone, including Brand, nodded.
"Who is he?" Antitina couldn't help but whisper behind Brand.
"Looks like the ancient king of the Silver Elves, the first Silver Elf King Aisotan, I've seen his depiction in engravings," Brand casually replied. The full holographic images of the eleventh Silver Elf Kings were available in forums, Brand was certain, though he couldn't say that directly, or else he would undeniably be recognized as a Godman.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the giant-like elf lowered his head to look at Brand: "You know me?"
Brand had no choice but to nod. What else could he do? All the ancient kings of the Silver Elves had experienced the Saint War, originating from the chaotic era of great turmoil. In that era, the earth still roamed with golden bloodlines, all races were Silver Descendants, powerful individuals emerged endlessly. Someone like Medisha, with Gold Rank strength even before reaching adulthood, might seem shocking today, but back then, they were plenty.
Idle enthusiasts on forums have estimated the levels of a series of strong individuals from that era, concluding that the Four Saints' levels were at least above Level 180, with the leaders of dwarves, humans, and elves probably not below Level 150. The Enlightenment Element was the basic requirement for warriors, anything below Gold Upper Rank was cannon fodder. In short, it was a mythical era.
Of course, these estimates were based on sporadic data, potentially having some errors, but Brand thought even if there were, the difference wouldn't be significant. Just like Aisotan before him, merely a shadow standing there, the pressure was so intense it almost suffocated him; a Level 130 warrior's perception, incomparable to little ones like Romantic, Antitina.
Silver Elf King Aisotan's soul pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Thank you for what you've done for Medisha."
"However, on the other hand, you came here seeking something, didn't you?"
Brand nodded again, thinking didn't Medisha say that her agreement was sufficient, why did Aisotan appear again, could it be the little girl was lying? But Medisha is already his summon card now, hard to find someone to blame. Aisotan paused for a moment, then continued: "Thus, what help do you seek, former ally?"
The Elf King's voice was low, seeming not accustomed to modern Kruz Language, thereby speaking slowly.